Everything in bold italics is Bulgarian.
"Soldier." The man smiled. "She's all yours, do whatever you want." He nodded slightly, his face blank. The man shut the door. Rose waited until she heard the elevator go down.
"How long have you loved me?"
"I'll never stop, little mouse."She smiled. Bucky was himself. Or at least the most himself he would get. "How do you feel? I know Rumlow was in here before."
"I don't feel anything anymore." She still didn't look at him. He walked over to her slowly.
"It's my fault." He knelt in front of her.
"It will never be your fault." She touched his face gently.
"I mentioned a man I thought I knew earlier today. Rumlow blamed you." Bucky kissed her palm. "Did he strangle you?" His fingers grazed over the bruises on her neck.
"I'm fine." She was still staring out the window.
"No you're not." He sat next to her and held her gently. She was stiff, but relaxed after. "He broke your neck, didn't he?"
"I'm healing. I'll be fine in an hour." She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat.
"Let's get you washed up." He led her to the en suite." She sat in the tub and let Bucky wash her gently. He looked at her bleeding nipple and the bruises on her ribs. She had cum all over her and clumps of her hair were falling out in his hands. "I wish I was the only one who could touch you." He sighed as she stared at the wall in front of her.
"So do I." She had shut herself down and refused to feel even Bucky.
"Come on Rosie, the sooner you let it out, the better you'll feel." He washed the last of her hair and grabbed a towel for her. She stood and let him dry her like a child. She knew he liked to take care of her, especially after Rumlow had been to see her. He gave her his shirt and some new underwear of hers. They laid on the bed together for hours. They were often kept together because they kept each other occupied. They would stay in the room together until someone came for Rose or wanted either of them for a mission. Rumlow had already used her, so they had at least a couple of days together, and that was what kept Rose sane. When the sun started to go down, Rose suddenly burst into tears. Bucky sat up with her and stroked her hair until her sobs became sniffles. He knew it was coming.
"Talk to me doll." He said quietly.
"He started out normal, he yelled and hit me." She explained through sniffs. "Then he was gentle, he stripped me gently and started to kiss me. He's never done that before." She shook her head. "Then all at once, he bit me here," She touched her nipple gently. "Then he did the usual. I wish I could get off on it." Her eyes watered. "It would be so much easier." She sighed shakily. "But it just hurts." Bucky hushed her sobs again. "Then when I didn't scream he started to strangle me. I didn't say anything and then it went black. I woke up covered in it and on the floor. The sheets were changed and the room was clean. He also broke a light on my back but I think that's gone now." She held his right arm. "I wish he was like you."
"I wish he was dead." Bucky grit his teeth. "I'm going to talk to Alexander tomorrow. I'll work extra hard, take double the missions, you can take missions too, as long as no one can use you like this again."
"Alexander won't do anything. He says it's character building." She shrugged.
"If the character you're building is a psychologically damaged victim then yes." Bucky pushed her hair out of her face. "I want to protect you." He sighed.
"I love you." She kissed him. "You don't have to say it back. I know you don't know yourself too well." He kissed her again.
"No, I do love you." He smiled softly. If she didn't know him, then she wouldn't be able to see his slight smile. "The me now loves you as well."
"I can endure this if it means a few days with you." She ran her hands through his hair. "I signed up for this to be with you."
"Rose, I don't want this for you." He shook her off. "I want you to have a good life, live til eighty, have kids and grandkids and great grandkids. I don't want you to be raped everyday just for a few days with me. A guy who can barely remember you."
"You're still you." She smiled. "And I don't want a good life if it's without you." She sighed. "You can't even fathom how much I love you Buck." She walked to the window.
"You're right. How can you love someone so much you're willing to endure all this for a few days with them? Someone who can't even remember you." He walked up to her.
"There was a time where you'd have done the same for me." She sighed.
"I know. I still would." He rested his forehead on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. His hair draped over her shoulder.
"Then why won't you let me?" She frowned.
"Because you're already doing so much, and you've been doing this for seventy years."
"I've only had Rumlow for the past five. He's the worst I've had. I'll never age though. I'll die looking like this. If I die." She kissed his temple.
"We'll find a way to let that happen. I promise, I won't let you live forever, that's just cruel." His voice was muffled by her shoulder.
"Thank you." She closed her eyes and let her head rest back on him. He carried her to the bed and flopped back, bringing her on top of him. She giggled a little and he smiled.
"I think they're going to wipe me again. Before the last part of this mission. I want you to bring me back before I go away. I'll request a good luck fuck before I go." He mused.
"You won't remember to." She propped her hands either side of his head. "But I'll find you." She promised with a small peck. "I'll always find you again."
They laid together until Rose fell asleep, Bucky humming Somewhere Over the Rainbow to get her there. He couldn't help but smile at her soft snores. He rolled her on her side and she stopped. He sat by the window panel and looked over the cliff. She was his everything, and he hated it when they wiped him. He tried his best to act detached and distant like the soldier, so he could remember her for longer, but they always wiped him every month or two to make sure. He was so lost in his thoughts of her he didn't notice that she had snuck up and wrapped herself around him.
"Are you trying to remember me?" She had read his mind. He was always amazed at how well she knew him, even when it wasn't him.
"Of course." He rubbed her arm. She had brought the sheet with her. She wrapped it around him as well. "I remember singing to you on the couch at your house." She smiled and kissed his bare shoulder.
"That's because you sung Over the Rainbow." He closed his eyes and smiled.
"It's your favourite song, isn't it?" He looked at her with a smile still gracing his perfect face.
"Yes." She whispered. "You have no idea how beautiful you are." She pushed his hair out of his face.
"Neither do you." He mimicked her touch. "You used to be a dancer?" He suddenly frowned.
"I did." She nodded. "It's been a while, but I can dance for you if you'd like."
"Only if you want to." She stood in response. She started humming her favourite song and Bucky soon joined in. She danced what she could remember of her ballet classes and lost herself in the movements. She spun and Bucky caught her.
"Why did I ever stop?" She sighed happily. He started slowly swaying side to side with her. She leant her head on his chest and stood on her tip toes to make the height a little more even.
"I don't want to be wiped." Rose swore she heard his voice waver.
"You never want to be wiped." She chuckled despite the fact.
"I've never remember this much in a day before." He lifted her and spun her softly.
"I'll find you again Buck." She reassured him. "You've been like this before." He frowned.
"How do you do it? You act like it's new ground, even though we've probably had this conversation before." He pulled away just enough to look at her face.
"I've been doing it for seventy years, and it's the most effective." She shrugged. "I don't mind. I like reliving these moments." He pulled her back to his chest. "You've never danced with me before though." She smiled up at him. "This is new ground."
"Did we dance often?" He asked.
"Every Friday night we went swing dancing. But we danced around my house a lot after my mother passed. You stayed nearly every night, my house was quite lonely."
"I'd imagine so." He twirled her around which lead into a low dip. "You engraved our names in your wardrobe, your mother grounded you for a week, but she wasn't really mad."
"KRD and JBB inside a heart." She confirmed.
"Tell me about the day I first met you?" He asked, still swaying.
"It was a long time ago. 1926 I think. I was eight and you were nine. Your best friend Steve was being bullied in the schoolyard, I got to him first. I beat the guys up and you dragged me away before I could get into trouble." Bucky smiled. "Then we argued. I said that if you were his best friend then why did I get to him first. Then you said that you-"
"Were on the other side of the playground." He finished.
"I was sure that you hated me for so long. I thought you were only there because of Steve." She shrugged. "I got jealous when you would flirt with other girls."
"I think I did it to make you jealous." He frowned.
"It worked." She mused. "But you felt bad when Steve confronted you about it. I pretended to be asleep while you two were in my lounge room. You said that you liked me and thought it was useless because you wanted Steve to be happy."
"He said that he did like you, but in the end, he was happy being your friend because you had already chosen me." Bucky stopped their dancing.
"I was a little mad at Steve for telling you my secret but also thankful. You took me on my first ever date to go dancing." She traced patterns on his chest. "It was sometime in 1934."
"You were 16." He smiled. She nodded.
"Did I really wait that long? 8 years of liking someone?"
"Yes you did!" She smacked his chest. "It was the longest 8 years of my life."
"Did I at least kiss you?"
"No!" She cried out dramatically. "All I got was a peck on the cheek at my door!" He gasped in mock horror.
"What was I thinking?" He smiled at her sad pout. "A pretty dame like you, left hanging at the door." He pulled her to lay with him.
"You didn't kiss me until our third date." She smiled at the memory. "We went bowling."
"It was your first kiss." He nodded. "And you slapped me?" He frowned and held his cheek.
"Because it only happened because I-"
"You ran down the steps to your house and slapped me."
"I said 'how dare you not have kissed me by the third date. Don't you like me?" She smiled. "Then I grabbed your face and kissed you."
"It was the best kiss of my life."
"You wouldn't let me pull away." She kissed him softly. "Even though you were a terrible kisser." His mouth fell open. He flipped her over and pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss, pulling away panting. "You're much better now though." She smiled.
"Sleep doll." He smiled as she yawned softly. He tucked them both in and slept with her snuggled into him.
Rose woke before Bucky. She laid as still as she could, staring out the corner of the window. He stirred and kissed her neck.
"Morning Buck." She smiled. He cracked one eye open to peek down at her.
"Morning Doll." He breathed. "I had a dream about us." Rose sat up.
"You did?" She looked genuinely surprised.
"Have I never dreamt about us before?" He asked, leaning on an elbow.
"Never." She shook her head.
"It was our last date at home." He explained.
"It was August 25th, 1939. You took me to see The Wizard of Oz." She smiled and laid on top of him.
"I kissed you that time." He joked.
"You did more than that, Bucky Barnes." She looked up at him through her lashes.
"I didn't!" He raised his eyebrows in shock.
"Yes you did." She nodded. "You were my first, and I was yours."
"How old were you?"
"21. You were 22." She smiled. "It was the day before you were shipped out to start your training at Camp McCoy." She sighed. "I..." She couldn't stop her giggles. "I packed my best panties-"
"In my duffle bag!" He finished. She couldn't stop her fits of laughter. "One of the boys found them, looking for the toothpaste!" She laughed so hard a small snort escaped her. He couldn't help but smile. She was his everything and seeing her so happy made his heart sing. "I really do love you." He said quietly.
"Always, Little Star." She traced the star on his arm.